it’s a small wwworld
01/05/2008
The world gets smaller
When I can call my mom to wish her Happy Birthday, and I hear her mahjong tiles crashing and my aunts laughing in the background.
When mom tells me she received the parcel I sent – it took about a week – and she fancies that the “Made in the U.S.A” creams are much better than the local versions.
When I still see my dad, and it’s day where he is, and my dad sees me, and it’s night where I am, and he proceeds to yap like he does when we were still at home.
When my brother sends videos of his monkeys from the last gathering.
When my cousins send pictures of my nieces and nephews from the last gathering.
When I’m arranging to meet a cousin (I’ve not spoken to in more than ten years) via a web 2.0 thing at a place and time we never even dreamed off when we were still playing tag.
When I’m writing for an audience 20,000 miles away.
It’s a small world wide web after all. And I loves its!
